The Spanish Revolution, Part One - Illusions of the Past and the Present

I have never seen so many queues, or so many patient people. I knew that I would feel let down when the waiting was over. At each place I stood and waited in a queue. We ate rationed bread with lumps of flour under the crust and horrible Ursat's jam. Our craving for sweet things was limitless. Sometimes we went to a restaurant called Ten Pesseta Place because you could get a three-course meal with wine and bread for about twenty-three cents then. There was one other foreign person, a crazy old English woman who hated me on sight. But she did not like Spaniards any better. It was a punchion of a sort, but secret